COSMOS OF DREAMS!!

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COSMOS OF DREAMS

A door to life cracks-open high up in the skies: and suddenly, a lonesome tiny figurine still coiled in its infantile affectation gets exhausted to the world below.

A baby is born into this world with no state of mind nor self-consciousness: surrounded by nothing but wonderment In high-speed flying grey clouds above.

The very reason why we spent our time as babies with our heads lifted: painfully staring around this cosmos of dreams.

The mind clean and greyed out by God: readied to upload and download from whatever this fateful life gives.   

A happy family joyfully welcomes the baby: promptly wrapping it inside the newest, warmest and the finest linen only their money could buy.

Our life happening in real time auto mode,the beginning of this world and time: of our times inside this cosmos of dreams.

My race to conception, my curious frolic with the magic egg inside my mother’s womb eventually becoming the unique me, myself and I: and sealed by miracle birth into this side of heaven.

This baby is yet to learn that life comes nonchalantly in serious bumps and bruises:in this awesome cosmos of dreams. 

My mama never told me any stories about dreaming and how impossible it’ll get to just be able to solo dream: without sharing this life with others.

Like the giant grey clouds flying above my head: dreams in my rude awakening, were harder to catchin this fast-paced cosmos of dreams.

This dreaming never stopped since I was a baby, I just keep on reaching for these fairy-like disappearing flakes, which evaporate like soap bubbles and cascading waves: it’s easier to catch a breath than to catch a dream.

Dreams were designed by God to forever remain adrift: thus, keep us reaching for the horizon: the rainbow’s end, perpetually easing and daring us in this cosmic asphyxiation.

I dream in my walk, I dream in my sleep, I even dream in my nightmares: and continue to do so when unconscious.

No matter where I’m at, dreaming remains on high alert: I can walk on eggs than not to dream in these fragile planes of life.despite our struggle to live or die wilfully: it’s still a cosmos of dreams.

We all live to die one day as mortal our fate’s always been, but this cosmos of dreams teaches us about another Celestial Cosmos, where Faith in God and dying is a prerequisite for admission: the Grave becomes our Finish Line: the End of our Cosmic Dreams. 

(Copyright © Sydney Pikelela Gutyungwa, 6th September 2021)

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